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Well I planned to write an entry detailing all my exploits in Iceland but it's taking me longer than anticipated to finish it. I'll keep working on it, but I may be without internet soon for an unspecified amount of time. I've been busy the past few weeks preparing for a move. So just in case I don't get to write for awhile, I thought I'd at least ( Read more... )

I went to Iceland with a buddy and had a good time! That's the short version. If you want the long version, you know I can give it to you--haaay. But first I'll make an entry solely about my experience at the airport; something so terrible it doesn't deserve to share the same space as Icelandic adventure.

( did I mention this was my first time on a plane? it was my first time on a plane )

As promised, the obligatory Eurovision recap. What wonders did this year bring? What magic spell was cast?
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It's that time again! The new year? Well yeah, but...No! It's Eurovision recap time ( Read more... )

Some random guy called me "precious" today. It can only mean one of these things:

a. I reminded him of Gabourey Sidibe
b. I somehow have charisma comparable to that of the One Ring
c. He was a Depeche Mode fan
d. I think too much

I was going to make this long post recapping my year but I suddenly remembered Eurovision and realized it was pretty much the best thing that happened. It all started when I was chatting with my buddy who nonchalantly announced "I'm excited, Eurovision's tonight!" It was an event for sure. As a stupid American I don't get to see these things except ( Read more... )

So I noticed the infamous "oh, Brandon" clip I posted went down some time ago. I decided to make a fancy video for it on YouTube instead. If you want to walk down memory lane with Eric and the unnamed caller who wants nothing more than to smoke some weed and lay a track with Brandon, you're invited to click here.

I have this tendency to go back and make my entries private if they're personal whinings 'cause I always feel weird leaving stuff like that around in the open. It's like a constant "HEY GUYS WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THIS AGAIN SURE YOU DO"

For those who didn't read it, here's a condensed dramatic retelling

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I'm tired of thinking "I shouldn't boast" when I feel awesome.

I feel awesome and there's nothing wrong with that!

Feel awesome with me!